Oh, How TRUE!! And once my DH discovered this. I had broken my ankle badly and spent a week in the hospital. Dh said that of course he could handle a 7 year old DS and to DDs 16 and 17 and 2 Dobermans and 2 cats. It wouldn't take him any time at all to fix up the house and go shopping and then get some rest so he could come visit me in the evening. Well, he found out.

Dson, 7, flatly refused to eat anything that didn't have mac and cheese with it, DD 16 was allergic to wheat and milk, DD 17 was in her "I an't gonna eat any eggs because they come out of a chicken's butt" stage. Oldest Doberman had to have a special diet because of his age, youngest Dobie needed extra fats in her food because as a recent rescue she was still starved. Oldest cat had kidney problems and had to have a special diet he hated, youngest cat ate every one's food, including the kids'.

Poor dear DH, he visited the hospital totally wiped out!!! Said that he had just gotten the kids fed and out the door and suddenly they started coming back, slamming the door and demanding dinner, and all he had been able to do was feed the pets and put the dishes in the sink.

NEVER, ever after that till the day he died almost 35 years later, did he ever ask me what I did during the day. Dinner not ready yet? No problem. News paper all torn up and TV guide lost? Sink stopped up? No problem. Nothing bothered him after that! Cat and dog fighting? No problem, the cat was boss and let everyone know it.

Every woman should go away for a week each year, and leave DH home with the kids. And dogs. And cats. And housekeeping. And ironing.